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Nov 11, 2016, 11:15am

I have two out of three.

Nov 11, 2016, 6:58pm

Yup, two out of three, here, too.

Nov 11, 2016, 7:24pm

Too much of all three.

Nov 11, 2016, 7:29pm

I think I have six out of three.

Nov 12, 2016, 4:50pm

Two and a half. I don't think a few pots of herbs counts as a garden.

Nov 13, 2016, 11:24am

Home and pets - we have a garden but I have almost nothing to do with it (Bruce's territory).

Nov 16, 2016, 10:30pm

I have four out of three, since I have a garden at school and at home!

Nov 26, 2016, 4:59pm

So possibly I am a little obsessed. My favorite seed company, Southern Exposure, hasn't sent their 2017 catalog yet (I usually get it in December). BUT, it is available online as a pdf. It shows my favorite sugar snap peas as available, but the 2016 order form has them sold out, due to crop failure. So I am checking the website every morning for the moment they update their order forms for the next year, so I can get my order in early. Sugar snaps are harder and harder to get and I am going to cry rivers if they become completely unavailable.

Dic 10, 2016, 6:16pm

Well, the seed order is off. But I'm seriously worried about the peas. The old fashioned, 8 foot tall sugar snaps are out of stock EVERYWHERE. I don't think it can be a garden without these peas so I'm pretty desperate. I'd even sit in a mall Santa's lap and ask for them for Christmas if I thought it would do any good.

Dic 10, 2016, 7:36pm

Ive got seeds, I can send them to you.

Dic 10, 2016, 7:50pm

Really? From where?

I did get a note from the folks at Southernexposure.com that their supplier was testing the germination rates of his crop, and if all goes well, they will have them in mid January.

Dic 10, 2016, 10:57pm

Um, from our county extension service that provides seeds to school gardens. I have lots left if you'd like...

Dic 31, 2016, 4:10pm

I'm sure Thomas Jefferson has plenty! He was a big fan of many varieties of peas. I think I need to learn to like them more. I like Sugar Snaps, but I don't know much about any other kind.

Dic 31, 2016, 4:34pm

Please cross digits this fella comes home with us soonest:


Dic 31, 2016, 6:00pm

He's beautiful! And he writes so well too.

Dic 31, 2016, 6:16pm

Fingers crossed.

Ene 1, 2017, 4:23pm

Oh, Kat, he is such a lovey. Please keep us posted.

Not to change topics, but I hate peas! That is all.

Ene 18, 2017, 9:14am

So this is the time of year that I start organizing my seed orders and planning which will be started indoors, which will be direct sown, etc, etc. Mostly old hat at this point, but one of my seed companies accidentally sent me a packet of cardoon seeds, and I'm a little nonplussed how to deal with them. Advice welcome.

Ene 18, 2017, 9:14am

>17 AprilAdamson: Sugar snap peas aren't "peas." They are candy.

Ene 18, 2017, 6:35pm

Cardoons are delicious to eat! They were a big "get" when I went to Italy many moons ago; we basically picked our restaurants a couple of nights based on whether or not they served them.

Ene 19, 2017, 8:36am

>19 southernbooklady:, yes which is why they are such a hit at my school garden!

Ene 19, 2017, 9:53am

>20 DG_Strong: I've had them when I go out to eat, but I've never grown them. I know they take up a ton of space. And need to be blanched, which I'll find annoying. Really, I'm wondering if they are really perennial, or if harvesting means treating them as annuals. I've figured out what bed to give them though. So they'll be this year's "experiment."

I just received my compost order from my local guy, so I have a big pile of dirt I can't wait to start digging into the garden. And to bring this back to something book-related, in the spring at least half my reading is via audiobook, because I listen to them while I'm working in the garden. I've got A Gentleman in Moscow and An Unnecessary Woman on tap for this weekend.

Ene 22, 2017, 3:31pm

Has anyone here had success with staining engineered wood?

I am lusting over a half bookcase, but its color is that natural (light) wood, and I'm all about mahogany now.

The description says, "hand hewn fir wood and engineered wood." Nothing about veneer or laminate, so my son says a dark gel stain should be okay.

Just wondering if any here have actually tried/succeeded doing that?

Ene 22, 2017, 3:45pm

My garden fence is a stained "pressed wood."

Ene 22, 2017, 4:12pm

Pat, I think you should be able to stain it without any problem. I haven't done it, but I have a stained engineered hardwood floor. The top layer is natural wood, so it should stain like a normal piece of wood.

Ene 22, 2017, 4:54pm

Oh, good!


Ene 22, 2017, 6:12pm

Deeg let me know what you think of unecessary woman.

Editado: Feb 15, 2017, 2:21pm

Breaking News: Jim and I are pleased to announce our adoption by Magnus the MagnifiCat, a three-year-old, 14.5-pound flamepoint Siamese who was given over to the humane society when his family had to move.

We prepared for a younger, more athletic overlord by cat proofing the patio. So far, so good. Outstanding in point of fact.

Feb 15, 2017, 3:26pm

Congratulations Kat. I've enjoyed pictures of him on FB.

Feb 15, 2017, 4:09pm

Welcome, Magnus!

Feb 16, 2017, 8:57am

Lucky Magnus.

Feb 23, 2017, 1:40pm


We took Shadow into the vet today because he was not himself -- very lethargic and no interest in the evening walk or treats both very bad signs. The vet told us that he Hemangiosarcoma and the tumour has burst, which means that even if we operate he doesn't have long to live. As a result we are going to put him to sleep. We are all devastated. He's home for a couple of hours, we're saying our goodbyes and then we'll take him back to the vet later this afternoon. Frankly, I just want to curl into bed with him and stay there forever.

Feb 23, 2017, 2:33pm

Oh, Miriam, I am so sorry. I know how hard this is. Sending love.

Feb 23, 2017, 3:24pm

Oh Mir, I'm so, so sorry. You're doing the kindest thing, not putting him through the surgery, but I know how much it hurts. You gave him a good, loved, happy life.

Feb 23, 2017, 4:23pm

Rats, Miriam. I am terribly sorry -- such a wrench, and it always happens so fast. Nothing makes me more scared than when one of the critters stops eating for no good reason.

Editado: Feb 23, 2017, 11:15pm

Thanks all, I appreciate the condolences. Our decision to put him to sleep was the right one, we know that, but damn I never expected to make it today. He was only eight years old, and it was such a whirlwind. Monday he was sneaking behind me in the kitchen hoping I'd drop food as we cooked and insisting on a run in the evening. Tuesday he was not himself, and today dead. We are all wandering around and randomly bursting into tears. Such a shock to be sitting in a room with Shadow and then boom, he's gone. Sadie is obviously wondering where he is and I wish we could have let her see him after he died so she would know.

Feb 23, 2017, 11:27pm

Oh, Miriam, my heart hurts for all of you. We had to say goodbye to our Squeaky cat in January, so the pain is still fresh, and I can feel your sadness. To be honest, I don't usually read this thread because it makes me so sad to read about everyone's pets, but I'm so glad I could come and tell you how sorry I am for all of you. Hugs.

Feb 24, 2017, 11:12am

There really aren't that many places you can go to express the loss of a pet like you can here, with written words, among a community who understands. It's heartbreaking to read posts like Mir's... both because it renews old hurts for most of us and because we feel her pain, but I think this is one of the not insignificant services an online community provides.

RIP Shadow.

Editado: Feb 26, 2017, 1:19pm

Pat, you are so right. I knew you guys would get it.

April, thanks for coming here and saying that. I really appreciate it. And my condolences for your loss of Squeaky.

Right now, I feel bad for Sadie. She's sticking pretty close to me and perking her ears up every time there's activity around the door. Me, I'm glad to have marking as a distraction. (who thought anyone would say that!)

Feb 27, 2017, 3:19pm

I'm so sorry Miriam. And poor Sadie. When my cat died at home, I made sure my dog saw him so she would know. It's so hard when you can't explain these things to the other pets.

April, I am sorry about Squeaky too. It's so hard to lose them.

On a better note, Kat, I am thrilled you're loving Magnus! He's a handsome boy.

Feb 27, 2017, 5:10pm

Oh, Miriam, I'm so sorry about Shadow. Never easy to say goodbye, and worse when it's so fast and unexpected. Even though you know you made the right choice, it's hard.

And hugs for you, too, Apri, and for Squeaky.

I am loving the Magnus reports, however.

Feb 27, 2017, 6:25pm

Me too. Love, love, love the Magnus reports.

Feb 27, 2017, 7:47pm


Feb 28, 2017, 11:34am

So it's been an exciting day for me here. For one thing, I can walk again! Walking is awesome!

I also chose today to start acclimating some of my indoor cats to being outdoor cats. Roger and Cannonball have been indoors since I took them in last spring, but before that they were outdoor roamers. I wanted them completely used to their new home before I started letting them out again, and today, since it is gorgeous and sunny and will be all week (so I'll be outside myself) I opened up the window and let them come out and explore.

I then spent the next couple hours obsessively stalking behind them as they wandered around the garden and the yard. Really, I was acclimating myself more than the cats.

But it is all good now, they seem to have clued in to how to ask to go in and out via my kitchen window, and while I don't have a kitty door because a couple of my critters have to stay in, it is nice to see the two big guys out enjoying themselves.

Feb 28, 2017, 11:49pm

Great news, Nicki! It sounds like you and the kitties had a great day enjoying the sunshine. I must confess I had a little chuckle picturing the cats using the kitchen window.

Mar 1, 2017, 8:23am

Good to hear you mended nicely, Nicki.

Mar 10, 2017, 4:56pm

So this probably goes under "home" -- I have a new (old) writing desk:

It has a secret compartment!

Mar 10, 2017, 5:56pm


Mar 10, 2017, 9:26pm

Just beautiful.

Mar 10, 2017, 9:59pm

That's so cool.

Mar 11, 2017, 10:02am

Oooo, that's lovely.

Mar 12, 2017, 8:26pm

Very nice!

Mar 13, 2017, 2:26pm

OH, I love it! That's amazing.

Abr 17, 2017, 12:12pm

Spent this weekend madly gardening whilst listening to Coriolanus -- a little surreal. It's an unusual year for me because pretty much everything I started from seed indoors was a success -- god knows why, usually I lose about 30% to various things. The only failure this time was the heliotrope, which came up fine, but was eventually killed off by one of the cats who decided to sleep on the tray.

In any case, I found myself with an over abundance of plants -- something like 12 evening primroses, 15 coreopsis, over a dozen yarrow, and more than forty each tomato plants and peppers. I've been giving things away to the neighbors and friends.

Here's the latest pictures

Editado: Abr 20, 2017, 11:08pm

I haven't planted a damn thing or done much in the way of yard work besides cut back the zombie honeysuckle, but we do have six tiny baby kittens in our basement (and one very maternal mama cat). We're hoping to keep them around until they're weaned and we can find them homes, but in the meantime eeeeeeeeee. Two gray tabbies, two identical black and whites, one black, one orange. They are about three weeks old and insanely cute.

Abr 21, 2017, 11:13am

My garden group is heading into town today to visit the Master Gardener's experimental garden. Spring is just barely peaking its head out up here in the woods, but things are a little further along in town which is an hour away.

Abr 21, 2017, 7:46pm

Awwwww! So how did they find their way to the basement?

Abr 23, 2017, 9:02am

We leave the door cracked in the winter so local cats can come in out of the cold. And I guess we didn't close it in time, heh. Neighborhood mama cat came in and made herself a little nest and had babies. Did I mention that they're just ridiculously cute and funny to watch—they're still kind of clumsy but FULL of energy and want to jump and pounce and wrestle with each other every second they're awake.

Here are five of the six—there's another gray tabby identical to the one on the far right:

Abr 23, 2017, 11:46am

Too much cuteness! Thank you for letting the local cats come in out of the cold during the winter.

Abr 23, 2017, 1:24pm

awwww, sweet! Yes I love that age when they have tons of energyand not so much body control. Too funny. Are you able to get them spayed and nuetered before letting them out?

Abr 23, 2017, 2:07pm

.59 I look at that picture and think, "awwwww, all those pin-pricky claws, those needle-like teeth. I want all of them!"

Editado: Abr 23, 2017, 3:25pm

We're going to adopt them out as fast as possible, but one of my three conditions for adopters will be that they spay or neuter (the other two are that if the adoption doesn't work out for any reasons they bring the cats back to us, and no declawing).

Unfortunately they're already out and about, scampering around in the patio and batting at the dandelions and wrestling in the sun. Mom keeps an eye on them but there's not much we can do to keep them in other than feed them well and hope they keep coming back as they wander farther afield. Can't very well lock them in the basement, tempting as it is. The goal is to find them homes the second they're weanable.

Abr 30, 2017, 12:16am

My usual spring issue: When the garden is dry enough to till, I have to work; when I have time to garden, it rains!

Abr 30, 2017, 12:30pm

>64 Jjayte: You're in the Portland area, aren't you? That's where I grew up and still have family there. My brother was telling me a couple days ago that Portland broke the record for the most rain ever in their recording history for some certain length of time (can't remember). I sure hope you get to do some gardening soon! I'm sick with a bad cold and I have some strawberry starts a friend gave me that need to get planted, but I'm too sick to do it. Blech!

Mayo 1, 2017, 11:21pm

No, I'm in southwest Ohio. But Portland sounds like so much more fun.

Hubby is telling me to put plastic on the garden to keep it dry for when I am ready to play in it.

Mayo 2, 2017, 4:09pm

Kitten cuteness makes me so jealous! I want one! Or two.

Mayo 2, 2017, 10:46pm

Cats make me sneeze and swell up, but kittens are pretty hard to resist. Thanks for sharing Lisa and I hope they are all adopted without mishap.

Mayo 3, 2017, 2:39pm

>66 Jjayte: I wonder where I got the idea you're Portland? It's a mystery. I hope you get to garden soon, though.

Mayo 3, 2017, 5:43pm

Happy Kat Dancing:

The Virago Book Of Women Gardeners
by Deborah Kellaway
Link: http://a.co/anWiCmT

Jun 17, 2017, 10:03pm

As many of you know via Facebook, my dear Gracie P Tangerine passed away on Thursday. She was an amazing poohuahua, and my soulmate for the last 16.5 years. She had been failing for a long time. She'd completely lost her sight and her hearing but still could find her way around the house and knew from a distance the difference between me and Mrs Nancy. As I've stated before, she was a lot like me--a little bossy, a bit ornery, and very sensitive. I thought I was ready for the inevitable, but it hit hard. I can't believe she's gone. I keep making my mind's eye see her face and feel her fur in my hands because I dread the day that I can't do that. I'm sorry that you all couldn't have known her.

Jun 18, 2017, 6:32am

Ah Nancy, I'm so sorry. I never met her, but I felt like I knew her a bit through your stories and photos. What a wonderful long life! But it's always so wrenching to lose them. My sympathies and love to you and Mrs. Nancy.

In the Old Dog/New Tricks department, Dorrie—age 12—has arthritis in her back legs and spine, so she's been progressively stiffer and does stairs with some difficulty. About 16 months ago she stopped coming upstairs to sleep with us at night, which she'd done since she was a puppy. We thought she might have fallen on the stairs at some point when we weren't home, since she seemed more afraid of them, particularly going down, than having difficulty. We bought carpeted treads, aka hair magnets, but to no avail—she couldn't be coaxed up even with cheese, which is usually a deal-sealer for anything.

And then two nights ago I heard a familiar claw-click in our bedroom, and it was Dorrie—for some reason she just decided it was OK to come upstairs again. And she did so last night too. She doesn't even seem to be too afraid to go down, as long as I walk right next to her. She had a vet checkup last weekend, where they did a laser treatment on her back and back legs... so maybe that really helped. Even the new vet partner that we've been seeing said that since she's been with this practice, she's gotten convinced as to the laser's benefits where before she had just thought it was a bit of woo-woo technology. Is Dorrie feeling that much better? Does she know, in her doggie sense of these things, that we're in need of comfort (some health challenges in the household these days)? I don't know, but it's just short of miraculous having her back up in bed with us.

Of course it would be more miraculous if she'd not wake up a few times a night and would sleep in past 6, the way she used to. I need the sleep as much as I need the comfort of my sweet girl sleeping at my feet. But hopefully that last bit will come if she keeps coming upstairs.

Jun 18, 2017, 8:44am

>71 Nancy_Sirvent: Sixteen years is a long time, a lifetime. I'm so sorry for you Nancy.

Editado: Jun 18, 2017, 9:03am

"I keep making my mind's eye see her face and feel her fur in my hands because I dread the day that I can't do that"

Oh, this, so much. When I accidentally killed Mabel a couple of years ago (I am careful to not say "when Mabel died," which would imply it was something SHE did to ME), for months afterwards I left her sleeping box in my bedroom because that way it was easy to still envision her in it. There are certain panes of glass in the French door to the patio that I still look for her in when I come home, the lower right two, and her face still appears in them if I don't stare too hard. The only thing I've lost is her bark -- though I can't decide if it's time that's erased it or that she didn't bark all that much. Sister Meg says she barked all the time; it almost devastates me that I can't remember that.

Jun 18, 2017, 9:12am

I'm not sure if I've mentioned this or even if I should admit to it, but in the summer Dorrie sheds in big fully-formed curls of soft white fur and I am saving them in a ziploc bag.

Jun 18, 2017, 9:23am

There are spinners who can make yarn out of it. I AM ONLY SAYING.

Jun 18, 2017, 10:04am

I couldn't do anything with yarn anyway... I'm thinking maybe a pillow.

Jun 18, 2017, 10:19am

>75 lisapeet: I've never thought of myself as sentimental, but I still keep my plaster paw print of Ray close by while I work. His ashes sit in their little wooden box on a shelf and I don't even notice them much any more, but the paw print stays with me, right by the laptop. It's as close as I can get to the feeling of him sleeping on my feet while I'm typing away.

Jun 18, 2017, 10:46am

Aw, thanks for sharing, everyone. And thanks for the condolences. if people were more like dogs, I'd be a polygamist.

Jun 18, 2017, 12:41pm

Sprite has been gone for a year now. We so named her because of her love of water - she loved it if we turned on a faucet and let her play in the sink. She was 18 - always slept with me, always by my side. Sometimes when I wake up in the morning I think she is there. Whats odd, or perhaps its not, that our Simba, who is now a year old, looks just like her and is also a lap cat and a cuddler. He also doesn't mind the water. They do manage to creep into our hearts and stay there forever.

So sorry Nancy.

Jun 20, 2017, 10:30am

Love to you and Mrs Nancy, Nancy.

We lost the last of our three dogs this year. It made for a strangely quiet house, that's for sure. But we just - within the last month- got a one year old feller that is a cairn and shit Tzu mix. Like all of our dogs have been , he's just a bit silly looking, with an underbite and scraggly eyebrows. But he's also the least neurotic dog we've ever had, very peaceful vibe, curls up in his basket, prances when you take him out for a walk. We call him Bix.

He is a magpie though and drags all kinds of things into his basket - a sock, Kleenex from the waste basket, a penny.

Lisa, I wonder if Dorrie can sense what is happening. I say this because twenty years ago, when we still lived in Chicago, we had the world most neurotic boxer Sugar. She was a rescue, had been badly mistreated, and had a serious eating disorder. She also rarely left her kennel - maybe if we were all home and hanging out quietly, she'd venture out. But she was very very nervous.

UNTIL I had a baby.

And one day, when I had just put baby down for a nap and went to lie down myself, I heard click click click. She came up the stairs for the first time ever, peeked into my room, and then went into baby's room and lay down by his cradle. Taking care of him was her job.

So I think its highly probably that Dorrie senses you and your man need some extra care, Lisa.

Jun 20, 2017, 10:56am

Aww, you guys! Animals are just the best. The loss is hard for all of us, but so worth it.

Jul 3, 2017, 6:08pm

I just read this thread for the first time since February, and its heartbreaking. I've followed many of these animals on Facebook, but seeing a condensed version has a stronger impact.

Bruiser has grown so much that he's become a wonderful companion. When I think about losing him it scares me.

Jul 3, 2017, 10:02pm

Lyddie, that's so nice to hear. I remember when you first got him and you were expressing doubts as to whether he was the dog for you. So glad that you have grown into each other.

I'm so glad Dorrie decided she could climb the stairs again in time for the Fourth of July. She's terrified of the ordnance that goes off in our neighborhood all week, and is so much happier in bed with me, with the AC on and the windows shut. Right now I'm in bed under a pile of animals who hate fireworks. It's nice to offer them some comfort in return for all the comfort they give me.

Jul 3, 2017, 10:40pm

>84 lisapeet: All mine are under the beds. The bangs and explosions have been going on since Friday night. I feel like I'm in the middle of cannon target practice at Camp Lejeune.

But there is a breakthrough on the animals front here. Jordan, my very fluffy, very nervous kitty who spends all of his time wherever the dog is not, suddenly decided a couple weeks ago to start wandering through the house, even when Lucy is indoors and hanging out. He'll even walk through the room right under her nose if she's sleeping. I was shocked when I first saw him exploring, but just let him check things out at his own pace. Now he'll walk all around the house, and even stand his ground when Lucy wants to get past him through a door. It makes me wonder why he's decided suddenly that she's not as scary as he thought. Has she really calmed down so much? (I don't see it) Or is there something else about her that the cats can all sense?

Editado: Jul 16, 2017, 10:44pm

That desk is lovely. I love all the compartments. Curious, to know, does it have any hidden ones?

Jul 30, 2017, 9:02am

Caught this on the morning news:

Goodbye my brother’: A Marine’s loving sendoff for the cancer-stricken dog who saved him

"The evening sky was thick with dark gray clouds.

There were three volleys of rifle fire. Then silence. A bugler sounded the lonely notes to “Taps.”

As friends and fellow patriots saluted, Jeff DeYoung carried his best friend Cena, a hardened Marine combat veteran like his owner, past the crowd of well-wishers as they boarded a decommissioned Navy ship in Muskegon, Mich. It was there on Wednesday where the black lab, lame with bone cancer, was euthanized.

He was 10...."

Watch the video. It looked like the whole town came out to line the streets and say goodbye.

Ago 17, 2017, 5:47pm

Well it has been an exciting week here at Casa Nicki with the animals. Roger, my elderly sedate cat, showed up at the window bleeding all over the place and I had to run him to the vet for an emergency visit. He's got ten stitches, and my vet says it looks like a dog got at him. So I've been a little freaked and I'm keeping everyone in.

And I have an ongoing issue with Polo, my dainty little dog who doesn't bark and has seizures, but is otherwise a happy playful little guy. So it came as quite a shock to discover from some recent blood work that there is something seriously wrong with his liver. He's now on a special diet (hard to do in this house) and taking medication to combat the build up of some enzyme levels that shouldn't be building up. But nothing seems to be having an effect and several ultrasounds have shown nothing either. Very mysterious. I fear I'm in for a series of visits to specialists in Raleigh if we can't get things under control.

Between that and Lucy's periodic cancer scares I'm feeling glad I have an entire credit card devoted solely to the animals. But I don't think I'm going to get off easy with the dogs in the near future.

Ago 18, 2017, 3:13pm

Oh man, Nicki, I'm sorry about your lovies not feeling well.

Ago 24, 2017, 2:42pm

Oh, Nicki, it's really hard to see your animals sick or hurt. Hang in there.

Ago 24, 2017, 8:47pm

It's terrible when they feel bad and you can only do so much. But you're a good and sensitive pet mom—Roger and Polo couldn't do better. How're they doing?

Ago 24, 2017, 9:21pm

Everyone is doing fine. They all live in the present, after all. I'm the one cursed with the ability to worry over the future. As it happens, Polo loves his new hellishly expensive food specially design for dogs with liver problems. He's actually gaining some weight, so that's a good sign.

Roger is one pissed off cat. His stitches are healing nicely, not a glimmer of infection or trouble. But I won't let him out while he's got the stitches, which he takes a very poor view of.

Lucy has healed completely from her last round of surgeries and is a happy happy dog. I've got another cat who started sneezing yesterday, so he goes in tomorrow to get looked at.

I have the most awesome cabinet full of pet meds at this point. painkillers, antibiotics, ear medicine, skin lotions, eye drops, vitamins, nutritional supplements. It's insane.

Oct 8, 2017, 10:46am

I'm just sitting down for a break after a morning spent in the garden, prepping some of the beds for fall planting. I'm a little behind, but I have to say I love the ache in my muscles after a couple hours of weeding and turning over dirt. I spend most of August and September stuck in front of a computer and I get pretty frantic by the end of it, so the time spent out of doors is much appreciated. By the end of the month I'll have my fall greens, turnips, garlic, and carrots in the ground, and pots of herbs sprouting under the grow lights -- basil, parlsey and cilantro, mostly -- to last me through the winter.

I also ordered my sugar snap peas -- I had a scare this year about availability, and they showed up late in my favorite supplier's catalog, so I've double ordered for next year, and will pass along some to my mom, who also loves them and has trouble finding them from her favorite catalogs. Such a relief to know that I'll have peas again next year!

Editado: Oct 8, 2017, 9:46pm

Niki, glad things are getting better for your pets! My three are having a blast being allowed outside while we are working in the yard. It was chilly this morning (don't laugh, it was 53 and I went for a walk wearing a sweater!) so we had a nice long time to work! We've got lots of summer clean up that needs to be done but we've got some folks getting the big stuff done for us thank goodness. Then I have some annual planting to do esp geraniums and petunias, wildflower seeds to sow and a porchswing that is calling my name...

Oh we grow the sugar snap peas at school, the kids get so excited waiting till they can eat them! They do taste so good.

Editado: Oct 19, 2017, 11:35am

Our new (from the beginning of the summer) dog Bix likes to drag things into the hall and leave them artfully arranged. Today it was three pinecones of diminishing size and a cloth napkin. Two potential titles - Picnic at Dawn or Dinner is Served.

Oct 14, 2017, 2:56am

Box. Heh. I like it.

Oct 14, 2017, 7:55am

Haha, that's a great name. I hope you bring pictures today.

I'm in the process of cleaning out my basement and attic before a house appraisal on Monday, and doing a bunch of scraping and spackling to cover up some old water damage. The Catch-22 here is that the appraisal is for a refinance that will, in part, cover reroofing (mostly it's to get out from under my ridiculous and unsustainable student loans)—but if the appraiser thinks my roof is in obviously bad shape, that will hold up the refi. I spent all last weekend on the attic; this weekend I finish up there and try to do as much on the basement as I can. It's horrible, hard grunt work—especially when it was hot and humid last week—and probably too much for one middle-aged broad to be doing alone (my husband's unwell so this is absolutely a one-woman show). But... no way around it, so I just plug away. I guess the affirmation here is that it needed doing in the first place, so it's a good excuse to get at it, and that I'm lucky to be relatively healthy so that I probably won't end up in traction by the time it's all over.

But jeez it's a miserable lot of manual labor.

Oct 21, 2017, 2:19pm

I'm going through a lot of that right now, too, Lisa, so I feel for ya'. I'm just glad I still have a house.

Oct 22, 2017, 8:58am

I'm glad you do too, Pat. And I'm glad I'm done with my person Augean Stables (that phrase came to mind the morning I did the basement). Both spaces look so much more decent, if still filled with a bunch of crap that should be sorted through and eventually dumped—but they're organized, and in stacked boxes, and you can walk around both places and see a swept floor. My spackling was a bit rough but can be sanded and painted eventually, and it looks a whole lot better than the saggy tape and cracked joints that were there before. So while the work was miserable, I have a really major sense of accomplishment that I could do this kind of big work. I'm still going to have to be doing this kind of thing when I'm 70, should I live that long, so I might as well stay sturdy.

The appraiser, of course, called that Monday morning and said he couldn't make it on time, so he came Thursday. But hopefully all is good going forward for this refi.

Pat, how's your place going?

Editado: Oct 22, 2017, 8:08pm

I filed my claim on 9/12, and State Farm still has not sent out an adjuster. I know, from experience, they have to go according to priority, so I'm trying to be patient. My agent stays in contact with me, told me to get the emergent stuff repaired but to hold off on any big, permanent stuff until the adjuster gets out here. We have roof damage, water got down into the yard facing kitchen wall (large bay like window will also have to be replaced), and flooded the kitchen. There's also water damage in the bathroom going out to the pool where we used to have a skylight. All of the exterior lights were blown off, of course, and all our pretty landscaping out front is no more.

Still. It's nowhere near as bad as what we suffered after Frances and Jeanne. We didn't even have a roof after that double whammy and it took the adjuster 4 weeks to get out here. Don't misunderstand me. I have been very satisfied with the way State Farm has come through for us in the past. I have very good coverage (probably too much), and they have never contested me on anything. They pretty much just write a check for the estimates I have ready for them, no questions asked. I know there are many, many people with worse damage than I, so I'm trying to hang in there, but every rain only makes me cringe thinking how bad that wall, window, and ceiling are getting.

When my dad passes (ugh, I hate to talk like this), I'm selling both properties and moving. I have no intention of spending my "golden years" worrying about hurricanes every year. I'm so over it.

Oct 22, 2017, 9:29pm

Yikes Pat I can't imagine having to go through all that year after year, and it just seems to get worse. Good luck to you, be well

Ok so I had this great plan. Our landscapers were doing seasonal cleanup and I asked them to dig out an area for me to put soil in for a little veggie garden. The area is always sunny -or so I thought. Went out there today, um maybe 4 hours of sun? Well I'll just put some pretty annuals in there instead. I'll stick with my school garden and make it work

Ene 20, 2018, 4:23pm

After a couple chilly weeks, it finally warmed up enough for me to work in the garden, cleaning up the beds, digging in all the compost that had been cooking along last year, weeding the winter crops -- kohlrabi, kale, turnips, radishes, rapini, romaine lettuce.

It's been awhile since I've felt motivated to work in the garden, much less post in this thread. There have been a few warm days that the dogs, at least, have enjoyed. But I've had trouble matching their mood. About a month ago one of my cats went missing, the adventurous, outdoorsy one who roamed a territory that encompassed almost half a mile in any direction.

Despite calls, notices, flyers and neighborhood watches, he has not turned up, and it really just ruined my Christmas. I kept imagining I'd hear him calling to come in, and run to the window only to realize it was the sound of kids playing in the yard behind me.

And unexpectedly, I found it hard to be in the garden, because I was so used to looking up and seeing him lounging in one of the spots he would claim to oversee his territory. It was very hard to look out at that fence railing, or down by that trailer, or over next to that other hill, and see only empty space instead of him gazing out at the world below.

So today, a full month since he disappeared, is the first day I've been able to be out there and really enjoy it -- be in the moment, as it were.

The fence railing still looks empty though.

Ene 20, 2018, 4:53pm

:( so sorry niki. They do find a way into our hearts..

Ene 21, 2018, 9:29am

>102 southernbooklady: Oh Nicki, I'm sorry to hear that. I hope the sun and garden warm you up some in his absence.

God, animals. We have too many, between the 80% senior population in our house and the four ferals in our basement that we keep fed and watered and warm. That said, everyone's doing pretty well—the 14-year-old orange cat, Mr. B, is on daily prednisolone for inflammatory bowel disease (transdermal in his ears thank goodness, because he's really hard to give meds to orally) and that seems to be keeping it in order, though he's very sad that he's no longer an outdoor cat, and will stand up and try to work the doorknob endlessly and then sit in front of the door crying. Dorrie will be 13 in May, but the million supplements she's taking for her arthritis are doing the trick as well, because she's happy and looks like she feels good. We're keeping her weight down, and she gets daily one-mile-round-trip walks to the park—about all she wants these days, but she doesn't like to skip them either—and still gets burst of running-around energy. She's a golden soul.

We're a little concerned about our black cat Alvy, who's lost weight lately, started peeing on Dorrie's dog bed, and often smells really bad and farty. He's HIV+ with a heart murmur, so I guess I shouldn't be dismayed that he's starting to have some health problems at age 11-12, but I am. We took him in for blood work and x-rays to rule out bladder/kidney issues, and that's all fine, but we're going back next week because I want the vet to take another look at him. No big interventions for Al—he's very sweet but very skittish, and won't do well with any kind of high-touch medical regimen—but I want to make sure he's feeling OK.

Francis (age 10-ish) and Harriet (7-ish) are doing fine. The feral kitties are also fine, I guess, though we're going to have a new batch of incest kitties soon, I bet. Nobody wants to come over and trap them for us, or even bring humane traps by, and only one of the four is approachable (and he's very sweet and affectionate—if we weren't a full house already, with cats who don't get along that great, we'd take him in). And we have too many human issues at home, and I have zero time to try and trap them and take them to one of the shelters that does cheap neutering. I feel terrible about this on one hand, but at least we're caring for them well—when we had that cold snap we set up a space heater in the basement for them, and made a bunch of boxes with old clothes for them to lie in, and they survived just fine.

Ene 21, 2018, 2:33pm

Heh--"incest kitties"

Ene 21, 2018, 6:50pm

Editado: Ene 22, 2018, 1:01pm

I'm sorry Niki. A missing member of my household would ruin my Christmas too.

Great picture Lisa!

Ago 26, 2018, 5:14pm

Ago 26, 2018, 6:57pm

>108 lisapeet: Thanks for the diabetic shock-worth of sweetness.

I can't believe it's been almost a year since we last posted here. In the past year, I lost another cat -- Humpus -- to pure worn out old age. It wasn't unexpected and she, after a lifetime of semi-feral aloofness, did end up crawling in my lap for her last moments. That's always what I want to have happen, even though I know instinct tends to drive animals to find somewhere to hide so they can die alone. I also had a cat start to go slowly blind, although we've arrested the condition for now. Polo's liver problems were deemed chronic but manageable with a special diet, which he's not thrilled with. And Lucy had another mast cell tumor removed, which means her cancer is not as in remission as we had hoped. But to be honest, if it weren't for the hour I have to spend every morning dosing (not to mention catching) critters with various meds and supplements, you'd never know anything was amiss with any of them. They are all bouncy/energetic/playful/ravenous/cuddly and pretty happy.

Ago 26, 2018, 7:51pm

My sweet Clementine died Monday, while I was away in New Mexico.We knew it was coming, but it happened faster than we thought, so it had to be navigated by my poor parents, with me sobbing a thousand miles away in the high desert around Taos. I only had her for three years but big dogs take over your life in a way small dogs do not (I learned) and her absence has felt enormous this week.

Editado: Ago 26, 2018, 8:13pm

>110 DG_Strong: but big dogs take over your life in a way small dogs do not so true. I'm very sorry, DG

Ago 26, 2018, 9:01pm

Oh deeg - this on top of your other sweet dog several years ago so sorry to hear that . sending hugs

Editado: Ago 27, 2018, 9:34am

Well last month the last of our senior cats passed. Holly was the one we found on the highway on the way to my brothers for christmas dinner. Someone obviously dropped her off on the interstate. Of course we had to stop, and drive her al the way back home then back to dinner. (we called her Holly because of the holiday) The vet gaveher a clean bill of health so we took her home. Tbh she wasn't our favorite cat -very persnickity, moody, never knew if she was going to let you pet her of take a bite out of you. The cats acctped her, so we did too. Started declining about a year ag o (about the time we lost Spryte) and then she couldn't move well, didn't eat....you know the routine..
17 years old, not a bad run. But I'll always remember that story of how she came into our lives

Editado: Ago 27, 2018, 5:48am

big dogs take over your life in a way small dogs do not
Indeed they do, and I'm so sorry about Clementine, DG. She looked like such a good girl.

Dorrie's 13 now, having trouble with arthritis in her back legs, but otherwise sweet and cheerful—but I do think about the time coming when one morning, instead of struggling to get up, she won't be able to. I'm hoping that's a while into the future, but I can see hints of it, and every morning my heart is in my mouth for a moment until she makes it up. And... man. We've had her since she was five months old—she's like our child.

We have a house full of seniors too, so I can relate to all your stories. Our cats are 14-1/2, 12 or 13, 10, and the youngest is about 7-1/2. They're all doing pretty well, thanks to various expensive meds, and we make sure Dorrie gets her mile-round-trip morning walk to keep some kind of muscle tone. My big fear is that they're all going to fail at once. (Actually I worse fears but I'm not going to go there... let's just keep this one to pets.)

And, of course, there are six tiny kittens, which I need to find homes for. I'm a little in love with one, but I really can't keep any of them.

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Ago 27, 2018, 8:14am

Oh, DG, I am so sorry about Clementine. I know how much it hurts to lose them. We have been dog-less since little Hank died last month. It's beyond weird not to have little dogs at our feet, so we have begun looking for a rescue dog. I fell in love with a picture of a little scruffy boy, but it appears that someone is ahead of us, so I'm trying not to get invested.

Lisa, it's hard to believe that Dorrie is already 13. It sure goes by fast. Love to all of you.

Editado: Ago 27, 2018, 8:48am

Oh, Nancy, I hope it works out! I'm hesitating about another dog myself right now -- I've been dogged my entire adult life and I am curious about a dogless one, if only for a little while. Well - I say that, but last night I was looking at blue heelers on PetFinder like crazy.

In a way, I chose Clementine to finish out the arc of Mabel, who died by accident mid-life. I purposely chose a dog who was Mabel's age so I could finish out her cycle start-to-finish. It took a while for me to think of Clem as a different dog (probably because I got her too soon) and I think at the beginning of Clem, I was perhaps unfairly holding her to the Mabel standard (Mabel was a verrrrrrry good dog). But we came around to one another and Sister Meg says Clem was more the mirror image of me, more perfectly-matched, with identical nap needs and irritability around mealtimes and excessive sighing and eyebrow-raising. I never had a dog so intent on being by my side before (even Mabel liked her Mabel-time, alone in another room), and with Clementine being an 80-pound coon dog, it was basically like I had an accompanying ottoman that followed me everywhere. There is actually physical space available to me that I did not have before; it's unnerving.

Ago 28, 2018, 11:38pm

I'm so sorry, y'all. George turned ten this spring and I don't like thinking about not having that warm, persnickety little presence beside me all day.

Editado: Sep 2, 2018, 9:42pm

Oh man... I feel like that person who was so sure she could handle a little recreational opioid use—except in my case it's kittens. I didn't have a hard time adopting out the last litter, because they weren't well socialized (the mother cat took them away to a secret location during the window when I would have done that) and none of them were particularly people-oriented. This litter, on the other hand, are sweet and friendly. And while that wouldn't be such a problem, there's ONE, dammit. The smallest, bravest, busiest, prettiest one is also the sweetest. It hears me and comes running, making little squeaky noises, and wants to rub on my ankles and get petted and play. It sits happily on my lap when the rest have gone back to their nest, and follows me when I get up to go inside. And it's just tiny—I can scoop it up in one hand comfortably. It's the greatest little kitten.

But dammit I CANNOT bring another cat in the house. I think my best bet is to find an adopter for it I really like—I have zero bites on this litter, and will probably end up having to take them to a rescue place.

I'm such a big dumb sucker.

Ene 21, 2019, 4:02pm

Quite a little wildlife adventure here yesterday.

I was walking Gracie in back down by the small waterway that runs past our yard when she saw something and tried to run after it. I saw a squirrel skitter away and walked over to where it had been. There, lying in some sand, was a brandy newborn squirrel. It looked just like this only a little messier. I yelled for my son to bring out a shoebox (we're having our first cold weather this winter). We lined it with grass, picked it up with paper towels and gently placed it in the box. Then my son brought out a lawn chair, placed it about 25-30 ft. away and we took shifts guarding it from snakes, birds, armadillos, etc. We waited and waited and waited and *finally* the momma came back. She crawled into the box, got her little one, and scurried off. Of course, we thought about videotaping it after it was all over, but, oh well.

Hope it made it through last night's 40-degree temps.

Ene 21, 2019, 5:02pm

Wow, Pat, what a happy ending. Good on ya for doing the right thing.

I guess I never followed up on my desperate kitten foster post above. We found homes for five of them—three went to old friends/former neighbors who now live upstate in a crazy yellow Victorian house that they're continually remodeling, and two my friend Randall took to his sister's up in Maine just before Christmas. And that one little darling kitten that I was so smitten with... well, you all know how that one ended, right? This is Alice:

She's a peach, and an easy kitten. And it's fun to have a baby in the house, given that our other five! animals are seniors or close enough (Harriet, our next most recent cat, is about eight). She fetches, and cuddles, and is desperately trying to make friends with our cranky bunch... and she may succeed because she's such a sweetheart.

Ene 21, 2019, 8:59pm

Aw Pat, so glad you could do that!

>121 lisapeet: Hee glad you were able to find homes for most, but of course you needed another kitty! She is adorable; looks a bit like our Lovey, who my older cats have taken to and actually have been more active than I have seen in years! Lots of fun to watch them play

Ene 21, 2019, 10:10pm

Jeez, so cute. And she even poses.

Jun 29, 2019, 5:57pm

Rest in peace sweet Alvy, 2006?-2019, a good little cat who was loved by everyone.

Jun 29, 2019, 9:41pm

I'm so sorry, Lisa. Was it unexpected?

Jun 29, 2019, 10:21pm

Thanks, Nicki. And no, unfortunately—after a nice run of good health (for an FIV+ kitty with a heart murmur) he started ailing this winter. His IBD ramped up, which became small-cell lymphoma. He was on oral chemo for the past couple of months and transdermal prednisolone for the IBD but was still losing weight, and was just fur and bones in his last weeks, a little owl pellet of a cat. My vet said he would be OK as long as he was doing his usual stuff, but to watch out for muscle wasting—that's when he would start to feel distress. Basically, he said, "you'll know," and yesterday I looked at him and knew. Maybe he could have gone on a little longer exactly the way he was, but to let him decline any more would have been inhumane. I just kept thinking of that saying, "Better two weeks too early than one day too late."

My vet had given me the number of someone who makes house calls, and she came over. We sat with him and petted him, and I was able to hold him in my arms the whole time. It was very peaceful, and once he got over having a stranger in the room (in the bathroom—one of his favorite places) he didn't seem scared at all. The vet was wonderful—neither too grim/solemn or too light. As Jeff said, it was as good a death as anyone could want. But of course we're so, so sad. He was such a dear, huge presence in the house. he was the only one of our cats who got along with all the others—we called him the Mahatma.

He slept on my feet every night, and liked to sit on the toilet lid while I took a shower so that he was always there when I finished, and oh I miss him terribly.

Jun 29, 2019, 11:09pm

You told me that "better two weeks too early than one day too late" mantra a couple of years ago when I lost Ray and I never forgot it. Indeed, I find myself clinging to it -- it's the single most helpful thing anyone has ever said to me to get through such decisions.

I'm glad you were able to be with Alvy through the end -- as hard as such a thing is on us, it a familiar comfort to them and that in itself makes it all bearable.

Jun 30, 2019, 8:03am

I'm glad that phrase resonated for you too, Nicki. It really helped me a lot. With four (now three) ten-year-old-plus animals in the house, I consider their quality of life a lot. The rest, fortunately, are happy and in pretty good health, though Dorrie (14) is starting to have some mobility issues—she often needs help standing up first thing thing, and doesn't always want to do the nine steps in front of our house to go for her walk (and her walks are down to a few blocks now, rather than the almost mile round trip to the park)—we have a big yard for her to tool around in, though, so she's good. She's got a lot of life in her yet.

And I'm really glad to know about this vet now. She also does palliative care and acupuncture, though I think we're a bit out of her zone for regular visits. She was so compassionate and made a hard thing a little easier.

Jun 30, 2019, 9:42am


Editado: Sep 18, 2019, 9:11am

Sometimes, I like to click on interior design links and daydream about incorporating (stealing) ideas for a probably-never-going-to-happen complete redo of our home. Trouble is, I cannot stand the ultra-modern trend that's everywhere now, and I'm not really into the farmhouse thing, either. Traditional or Transitional is probably more my style, but without deep pockets, those always wind up looking very cookie-cutter. The other day I was clicking on those AD Youtube videos of home tours, and, OMG, I found the perfect interior design (for me). I'd need to find a sugar daddy to ever own something like this, but, hooboy, Liv Tyler's brownstone is to die for. I don't like her choice of furniture, but oh my, the architectural elements, the plaster moldings, fireplaces, pocket doors, bathrooms, laundry room, kitchen and closets are downright dreamy. And that back patio with the lovely, lonesome magnolia tree! It's a really beautiful home. Check it out:

Liv Tyler's Brownstone

Sep 18, 2019, 6:11pm

Just gorgeous. LOVE those high ceilings and windows and all that WHITE molding. Beautiful.

Editado: Sep 23, 2019, 2:47pm

Peachy pink typewriter!

Nov 19, 2019, 7:04am

This was a month spent worrying about everyone—my aging mom, our aging dog, my father-in-law, who has terminal cancer, and our sweet cat Harriet, who suddenly dropped a bunch of weight and stopped eating when my husband went down to Texas for a week to see his dad. As soon as he got back we took her to the vet and the news was bad for her: a large mass in her stomach and anemia, which was pretty clearly cancer. We decided she was already uncomfortable and it wasn't humane to put her through a bunch of tests and treatment, so we said goodbye to her on November 6. She was only 9 or so years old, with us for a bit more than 7 years, but she went from a fairly wild and distrustful street cat to a sweetheart who loved affection and attention (she never liked any of our other cats, although she tolerated Alvy, aka the Mahatma, the little black cat we lost in June). RIP dear Harriet: you had a good life with us that was too short, and you leave a big absence. Sigh.

Nov 19, 2019, 7:30am

Oh, Lisa. I'm so sorry. I know it sometimes seems like loss is everywhere. Sending you all love.

Nov 19, 2019, 9:23am

It seems to me that it is a thing with the animals in our care that we always discover they are ill when the disease has already progressed past the point of being able to fight it. It's not like they can tell us something hurts, until, I suppose, it hurts past bearing. The time between diagnosis and loss feels bewilderingly fast, I don't know if that's a good thing or not but I never feel adequately prepared when it happens.

Nov 20, 2019, 7:01am

Thanks, Nancy and Nicki. This has been a tough year for losing members of our little family; first Alvy in June and now Harriet. Our vet said something similar to what you did, Nicki—that they hide their pain and infirmity well by nature, so often it's too late by the time you see anything wrong. And since Harriet was incredibly affectionate as long as her four paws were touching something solid, we never picked her up—so if there'd been something growing slowly, we missed it. I'm trying to balance any guilt with the knowledge that we gave her a nice life, filled with affection—and that we were patient enough to let her get to that loved place (she spent her first six months with us hiding in a closet, the next year or so on top of the kitchen cabinets, and we just let her be her until she blossomed). Still... hard to weigh a life, even a small one like that. It felt big to us.

Nov 20, 2019, 10:46am

It is big. My heart goes out to you, dear.

Nov 24, 2019, 3:29pm

I always dread opening this thread when I see multiple posts. Heartbreaking news, Lisa. RIP, pretty Harriet.

Nov 26, 2019, 7:32am

Thank you. She was a good cat, and part of what made me saddest was that her end was so sudden. When Alvy died in the summer, we had seen him failing for a few months and knew it was coming... not that that made it any easier. But not a shock, at least.

Right now I've got a kitty in our spare room that I hope is a foster. I'd love to find her a home, and I think she'd be easy—she's very affectionate, cuddly, and quite pretty—but she doesn't seem to get how to use the litterbox. She'll do her business on things—a towel (on top of the mattress, yikes, but I have a lot of good enzyme cleaners so hopefully no lasting smell), or a wee-wee pad in a low litterbox—but irregularly also, which makes me wonder if she's got something wrong. I brought her in to the vet for testing and shots on Friday, and she's been in our second bedroom, but I'm thinking I might ask about bringing her in tomorrow with my dog (who needs an ultrasound because her UTI isn't going away). Not least because we have company coming for Thanksgiving through the weekend and I'm going to have to let her out into the rest of the house, and I really don't want her running up to the attic and pooping in a box of family photos or something.

Rereading that sentence, I guess we're officially crazy cat (and dog) people now.

Nov 29, 2019, 3:47pm

If I come back as an animal, I hope I find a human like Lisa.

Ene 10, 2020, 11:35am

Sigh. Copied from Facebook:

Our dear friend and companion Dorrie left us on Wednesday, after more than 14-1/2 happy years on the planet, most of them with us. Her departure from this plane was calm and peaceful, at home in her bed, with us and her little cat Iris at her side.

Dorrie had a beatific smile, a contagiously joyful attitude, and an enduring love for hikes, ear rubs, and cat food. She was gentle with small children and cats, loyal to her human and dog friends, and the best buddy we could ever hope for. Walks with her, even in the cold and the dark, were always a pleasure—when she would turn her sweet, serious face up to us in acknowledgment of her name, something interesting, or just a thought she had, it was a beautiful thing.

We found her on Petfinder in 2005, and agreed to adopt her without ever meeting her, on the strength of her lovely face alone. We were not disappointed. She was endlessly loving and made friends wherever she went, gave copious kisses, and she had the softest ears. Dorrie, you are so missed. We love you.

My mom died yesterday morning (also not unexpected), and Jeff's dad died last Thursday. This hasn't exactly been an auspicious start to the new year.

I miss Dorrie horribly. More than I can say.

Ene 10, 2020, 11:46am

I can't even imagine, Lisa. You must be reeling. I didn't want to add to what I'm sure was a tidal wave of messages and emails from people, but I had to do something so I sent a donation to Petfinder in memory of Dorrie.

Ene 10, 2020, 11:53am

Oh my goodness, thank you so much, Nicki. What an appropriate and kind gesture. They really are the best.

Ene 10, 2020, 3:04pm

I love Dorrie's happy face and I am so so glad I met her in person. Love to you and to Jeff, lady.

Ene 11, 2020, 8:36am

Oh, Lisa, I'm so sorry. That's just too much loss for words.

Ene 12, 2020, 12:52pm

Oh, no. Lisa, I am so sorry for all the loss. I love you.

Ene 12, 2020, 12:57pm

Light and love Lisa. Dorrie was a queen among dogs. I'm glad she could die at home, surrounded by her family. You and Jeff have had the worst January possible. My it all be better from here.

Ene 12, 2020, 5:57pm

Thank you, everyone. We're so sad.

Ene 12, 2020, 7:34pm

Lisa! Oh my thats too much for any one person. Hugs to you and your family. so sorry all that is happening.